#undercover hero

[epiclamer]

Obsessed with your recent Touch-starved Villain snippet, it's so good!! Could I request once again a touchstarved Villain, but Hero is fully aware of this, and does things specifically to "tease" them, Villain doesn't realize that Hero knows, and Hero intends to keep it that way

I'm just always down for asshole Hero, it's just quality vibes

Teeheehee

Under(the)cover(s)

The party was a drag. Through and through.

In all honesty, the hero hadn't thought that to be a possibility. Villains liked to break rules and stereotypically party hard. That's how many of them got their villainy done anyways; drunk and disorderly turned societal menace and murderer.

It seemed impossible for one of the biggest gatherings in the world of villains to be a complete and utter boring hell. But here they were.

To think they had wasted their nicest outfit on such an event...

"Is this seat taken?" The hero's voice was glassy, smooth and cool. Perfected through years of training.

The villain blinked up at them from their chair, a dumbfounded look on their face as they stuttered out a 'yes'.

They grinned, their sugarcoated smile hid their mal-intentions. "Then do you know a place I can sit? It seems every chair in this hall is busied..."

"I-I meant no! You can sit here, y-yeah, it's just me. Sorry."

Hero had to stop themselves from smiling any bigger to avoid suspicion, they'd have to thank their team for the disguise when they got back. It seemed to work almost a little too well... "Perfect."

They could feel the villain's eyes trailing them while they got comfortable, making sure to put on a show for their lifelong nemesis. Flashing their eyes and drawing their lips in between their teeth, they were allowed to have a little fun on a late night mission, no?

"Enjoying your time so far?"

The villain hardly looked up, eyes glued to the way the fabric hugged against the hero's curves. Hero could've basked in the attention, but they were on the job, so they did the next best thing.

Lived in the moment.

Another second passed and the villain mumbled something as they snapped out of their trance-like moment of desperation. Blush creeping in on their nose, dancing with their freckles. "U-uh yeah, very good. It's um, been pretty busy."

"Oh yeah?"

"Y-yup."

The hero giggled, dragging the villain into a laugh with them. They leaned forwards, fingertips grazing the tops of the criminal's knees. "You're cute." Hero wanted to devour the heavy blush right off the other's face. "Has anyone ever told you that before?"

They could almost feel the way Villain swallowed, tracing it with their gaze like it was their fingernail, watching their throat bob and settle back down. A bead of practically invisible sweat following suit.

Hero loved nervous prey. It ignited something savagely primal in their gut; a desire like never before.

"I-I, well, I don't really--"

"You don't date?" The crime-stopper put on their 'taken aback' look in fake surprise. "Or at least flirt a little?~"

They already knew the answer, but seeing as to how the villain could barely get a word out with the other so close, it was amusing to say the least. Maybe if they weren't rivals on the field, they could've taken it even farther without a guilty conscience.

"Uh, too busy. W-with you know... villainy and all."

The hero pushed their hands atop the villain's knees, digging their nails in just slightly as they brought their forehead just a few centimetres from the other's. Idly soaking in every inch of the villain in this shared breath, sucking in air like it was the criminal's essence and fluttering their eyes closed as their noses brushed.

"You should try it..." Hero slid their hands up to the villain's thighs, grabbing a little tighter. "You might find you enjoy the... experience."

Finally, it was the villain's turn to smirk--although flustered, it was still cheeky. "Only if y-you'd enjoy it with me?"

#uh oh #they might smash 😖 #hero x villain #villain #villain x hero #hero #drabbles #fantasy #imagines #scenarios #hero and villain #villain and hero #undercover hero #flirty hero #flustered villain #heroes and villains #villains and heroes #oneshots #heroes x villains #villains x heroes #heroes #villains #undercover #touchstarved #touchstarved villain

[letters-unsending]

Prompt 26

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Hero is undercover as an underling and he’s formed an interesting connection with Supervillain’s Trainee.

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“Hero,” the dark called from beside his bed, whispering. A hand materialized, white and thin-skinned, and prodded at his shoulder when he neglected to stir.

“Trainee,” Hero rolled on his side, slurring sleepily, “mm can't keep letting ya in here. Supervillain isn't gonna like finding ya hanging out with one of us unders.”

More of Trainee surfaced from the blackness: pale and wiry arms, a gaunt face. Hero blinked once, twice, then sighed. It was too late to deal with Trainee hanging like an apparition at his bedside. He didn’t have the patience to talk sense to a floating menagerie of limbs, but neither did he have the heart to bat away the fingers picking at the hem of his sleeve.

Trainee’s eyes melted out from hollow sockets, as liquid and dark as oil. Hero’s last bit of sense came sloughed off as they stared.

“C’mere and quit moping,” Hero leaned forward, tugging Trainee over himself and onto the other side of his bed. As he settled back in, Trainee became fully fleshed, sharp knees knocking into Hero’s thighs and hair furling out into a shock of liquid silver over his nose. Hero swung his arm about till he found the back of Trainee’s neck and settled his thumb and four fingers on both lateral tendons.

Trainee’s power roared, roiling like a tempest beneath his skin, which felt fevered as Hero palmed his nape. It reminded Hero of how you were supposed to hold a viper behind its head; one turn, one writhe and you’re powerless if it decides to strike. And yet, as he held the protege of Supervillain—successor to the man he’d dedicated his life to fighting—by the tender width of his neck, he only wished to stow him away from the pain of this world and teach him the kindness he’d lived bereft of.

He wasn’t a Villain yet. No, he was just a powerful young man caught in Supervillain’s vile mechanizations.

Even in the calmness of night, Trainee’s power sung through Hero’s bones, buzzing and burning like a shot of liquor. His strength was akin to Superhero’s now, even after only a half-year of training. The thought had Hero tracing Trainee’s neck with narrowed eyes. In the dim light, the upper knobs of his spine casted slight shadows. A bruise, colored black in the dark, stretched out from his shirt collar.

Hero recalled its making. He recalled the smack of Trainee’s shoulders, the half-yell that split through his clenched teeth, and the defeated slump of his body as Supervillain stormed from the training hall.

And then, he pinched down, stemming off the vicious flow of power with inkling of his own. Trainee hissed, leg kicking out at Hero’s ankle.

“I know, I know. Just a little more.” He whispered, grip firm. This was common form of power therapy, a method which cropped off the power from the source so the system could realign and better accommodate the pressure. Disorders like Trainee’s were prevalent in powerful individuals who were in the midst of developing their powers and Supervillain’s training methods only exacerbated the symptoms. “It’s my fault for making ya wait so long.”

Hero pushed until his fingers ached and Trainee turned lax, breaths thin and stuttering.

“This is much easier in a hospital, ya know,” he said, slowing releasing the tension and feeding Trainee’s power back through its natural course. “I don’t wanna keep on hurting ya like this.”

“I can’t leave here,” Trainee rasped.

“I’m sure ya can get a nurse on over. Keep their mouth shut with a bit of pay.” Hero was no longer pressing down, but didn’t move his hand, as he had their few sessions before. Instead, he started kneading ginger lines into where his grip had surely bruised, sliding from the curve of his shoulder to behind his ear, where his hair feathered out in silken wisps.

“You’re,” Trainee’s voice clipped off in a breath as Hero’s thumb idled a circle into his pulse, “good at this. I don’t need a nurse or a hospital.”

“Ya gonna get me in a tough place if he finds ya here.”

“I won’t let him hurt you.”

“And I sure don’t need a brat to protect me,” Hero felt up past Trainee’s neck and ruffled his hair. “He’s got ya doing enough as is.”

#writeblr #villain #writing prompt #hero #prompt #villain prompt #hero prompt #writing #villain x hero #hero x villain #trainee x hero #undercover hero

[birbofchaos]

@hufflepuffwritingstuff2 there she isssss( I'm not kidding when I say I forgot how I draw normal people while making this so if the anatomy is little wonky I swear it's not supposed to be)

#art #Hero #writing #digital art #idk??? #Undercover hero #please help im dying-

[pjs-everyday]

closeups our heroes in their go-to undercover gear (with commentary from Pinky)! sometimes less is more, and more is hardly enough lmao. who did it best? 🤠

#poor izuku lmaooo he could go undercover if he had to but if you asked him to you get… sweaty mess #good old marvel cap and glasses always works right? #this one was funnnn hehe let me know what more you wanna see!! #mha #mha art #bnha art #bnha #my hero academia #boku no hero #boku no hero fanart #mha headcanon #izuku midoriya #deku #katsuki Bakugo #shouto todoroki #Ochako uraraka #uravity #Froppy #tsuyu asui #jirou kyouka #eijiro kirishima #red riot #denki kaminari #chargebolt #class 1a #pjseveryday #illustration #art #fanart #anime art

[autocrats-in-love]

Prompt (309)

The hero frowned. “What’s going on? You don’t usually hold pencil in your left hand.”

The villain, disguised as one of the hero’s friends, started sweating.

#villain x hero #hero x villain #my prompts #hero prompt #villain prompt #undercover #writers on tumblr

[gingerly-writing]

Prompt #3486

“Don’t smite me for saying it, but you don’t exactly fit in. Your look is screaming supervillain.”

“Damn. I didn’t even manage goth?”

They squinted, deliberating. “Hmm. Goth supervillain, maybe.”

#prompt #my prompt #heroes and villains #undercover

[webshood]

batfam x spider-man crossover

Gotham and New York are literally border to border, so Peter lives in Gotham, but works and does vigilante work in NYC, because he doesn't want to get in trouble with the bats and there's like nine of them in the city at all times, while there's not that much heroes in NYC and once a new yorker, always a new yorker.

the thing is, since he doesn't actually spend that much time on Gotham's side, only there because the rent is cheap, he's kinda out of the loop of who's dangerous and who's not.

so when he starts to become friends/flirt with Red Hood's second in command, he has no idea whatsoever and his neighbors are always like "do you really think Jason is a good partner/company for you?"

He's always sooo confused, because what's wrong with Jason? He's a cute guy that likes to read classics, is getting his degree in medicine, likes to hold Peter's waist/use his shoulders as arm support, yes, he smells like gunpowder and blood under his body wash and lotion, but almost everyone in Gotham does! Jason even sends Peter homemade pastries every week, he's dreamy!

so the only conclusion Peter can come up with is that his neighbors are homophobic

#jason todd #peter parker #red hood #spiderman #peter moving in with jason afraid his neighbors will hate crime them #tim accidentally finds out peters identity and thinks he's playing undercover cop to try and arrest jason #peter just likes his pal jason very much and he may be a big guy but he's a civilian and as the hero peter has to step up #everyone is dumb and the lack of communication makes things complicated #can be platonic or romantic

[rulesofdisorder]

i’m always so taken aback by some of things that make people not ship/stop shipping characters. like i saw a post about dabihawks and someone in the comments said that they used to ship them until they found out how toxic the relationship was. like i thought we were all shipping them because the relationship is so toxic. like that was the main draw for me and i thought it was the main draw for everyone else as well

#i read that comment and i was so shocked #like the hero/villain undercover honeytrap mutual trauma angst fest they have going on wasn’t what you expected? #i personally love angsty tragic romances that make me want to cry myself to sleep #dabihawks #bnha #mha #bnha hawks #kiego takami #takami keigo #hawks #bnha dabi #dabi #touya todoroki #todoroki touya #league of villains #hero commission #my hero academia #boko no hero academia #yanno i have a lot of thoughts on mha for someone who does not actually like the show all that much

[pendarling]

Just Faking It

Hero fixed their hair again; the attire was uncomfortable, but the food tasted good. The jovial spirits of the other customers were found unmatched here in their booth, which felt tense and awkward. At least for Hero, they felt that way.

Villain seemed more relaxed than them.

Nothing was more annoying than being forced to attend a mission as a fake couple. It was humiliating to be seen like this; Hero had better things to do. Although they had to admit, Villain was… well… a little above average in terms of looks. Their personality could draw a crowd; something about having a flare bright enough to cause a disruption in town.

They've been trying to get their attention forever, but it just looked like they were too oblivious. It was always the stunning people with the worst sense of awareness. Sometimes, Villain did come off as selfish, but it wasn't anything Hero didn't expect; with Villain's head so focused on themselves, they should've known it would result in their lack of engagement for others. It's probably the core reason why they weren't interested in them.

They watched as the other right across them flagged down yet another server and insisted they pour their glass of wine again. Villain's face was already beginning to light up with drunken happiness. Personally, they didn't take Villain to be a wine person, yet here they were.

"You gonna eat?" They smiled lopsidedly while gesturing with their cup at their plate.

Hero let out a huff of disapproval and wrapped their arms around themselves. Under Villain's gaze, it was impossible not to feel like they were actively trying to intimidate them.

These clothes were so out of their usual style.

Hero looked around the dim-lit restaurant and tried to focus on the target, sitting just a few booths down. The damn CEO was why Villain and Hero were forced to investigate. Their only downside was Villain's lack of concern for the mission. Instead, they seemed to be distracted by the variety of desserts available.

"Can't you stop indulging and restrain yourself for a minute?" They harshly whispered while keeping track of the target.

"But I am restraining myself." Hero turned briefly to throw a questioning stare only to catch Villain's eyes travelling along their neck.

"Cut it out."

They hummed lowly and pushed the pasta around on their plate. "Whatever you say."

This dragged on too long, and Hero was ready to send the attack immediately. The CEO stood, leaving their damsels cooing as they finally walked toward the bathrooms.

"Now! "They whispered. Hero double-checked that their blade was secured on their hips and slipped out of their seat to discreetly follow the other. Villain coughed slightly as they tried to chug down the remaining wine and join their companion.

The booth the CEO was just in had been filled with all types of escorts hired by Hero's Agency to go undercover for this project. It was amazing how they all agreed, most admitting that the CEO was just another cash cow who loved to throw around their money in the hopes that their plans would come true. Hero opened the curtains and closed them right behind them just as Villain made it in.

"What're you two doing in here? We're not supposed to interact." The woman in the centre was a blonde worker. It wasn't a lie to say that she and her entire team were all equally stunning. It almost left Hero at a loss for words.

"Did you put the poison in?" Hero asked as they looked around the seat and table for the device tagged underneath.

Hero's hand grasped what they were looking for and pulled it out. "A bomb?!" Another woman spoke with her eyes flung open.

The secret worker jolted from her spot and inspected it. "How'd you see that?" It was a small portable device in Hero's hand. But easily recognizable. "The CEO's onto us?"

"Yes."

Villain sat beside the brunette on the red leather seat with an arm wrapped around her. "Relax, we'll handle this."

"I saw them plant it just before they left to go to the bathroom. Luckily, it isn't turned on." Hero pocketed the small device and glanced at Villain, now surrounded by the other workers. They couldn't believe they could be thinking about that at a time so constraining.

"Villain!" They moved over to the other side and glared down at them; Villain was still in high spirits from the rush of alcohol. "We need to go!"

"Just a minute…" They sighed before facing another woman who entertained the advancements, but it had gone beyond them. Hero scowled and moved out of the booth, fuming.

What was Villain thinking anyway? They would finish this project with or without them by the night's end.

The CEO's laughter was caught in the air as several footsteps made their way to the booth.

"Fuck!"

Villain sprang out of the chair and attempted to dash out, but the tall figure of their target blocked the way.

"Oh, hahaha," Hero nervously fidgeted. How could they let themselves get caught like this?

The centre worker stood from their seat and rushed over to the target's side, "These people were just about to leave. They were just asking a few questions."

"Were they?" CEO questioningly looked to the side; next to them were several of their personal bodyguards who stared down at the two. "And what questions were that?"

"About you, of course!" Hero chimed in, "We noticed that someone as powerful as you was attending this same restauraunt, we just wanted to know how we could admire you."

Villain nodded in agreement, "Yeah- there's nothing more profound than a strong figure like yourself here."

It seemed to work, and the blonde worker sighed with relief. The target's eyes lightened up at that, "Well, there's plenty of ways to show your respect for me, although I've never had anyone personally show such interest openly. "

"Well, I guess we should be on our way then. Don't want to waste your time." Villain grabbed Hero as they made their exit. It seemed they would be safe for now, but they've interacted with them; they needed to be more careful.

"Now, just hold on a second."

Hero felt their arm tugged back slightly. They paused in their tracks, and Villain looked behind them. The worker stood confused.

"We've only just met. Why don't we get a little accustomed to each other?"

Hero blinked idly at Villain with a questioning face. It looked like there would be a change of plans, "Well," Hero nervously began, "I would love to; however, you see, I'm already here with someone." They gestured to Villain.

"Please, I'm sure if you really had such great admiration, you wouldn't pass up a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity." They laughed as the guards pushed Villain out of the way, and Hero was locked tightly into the CEO's firm grip. From behind, they saw the escorts look at each other skeptically. "A pretty thing like you has better things to do anyways."

Hero faked a laugh, "You're really… too kind."

It infuriated Villain, not because the plans were ruined so quickly but because who did they think they were to take their date!? Who does that?! Villain forcibly pushed the standing guards and spoke louder, "Hey, jerk, that's my date you're stealing!" Their arms were pulled behind them.

The blonde escort placed a hand on Hero's shoulder, "Please, reconsider your decision, we don't have to take this kind guest with us."

They huffed at the escort's words, "Sit down, I'll make the decisions, you're just hired for my entertainment."

They couldn't hear Villain anymore; comforting hands from the escort told them to not look behind them and to follow through. "Of course, sorry for stepping out of line."

They couldn't believe it. Were they really going to end up as some kind of hostage? They knew Sidekick should've followed them in case something like this happened.

Another person in a suit pulled back the curtains, "Your ride has arrived."

"Excellent," They pulled out a cigar, and one of the guards lit it for them, "You'll come with me." Hero was pushed outside and into the cold night. Their eyes still searching for Villain. Hopefully, nothing bad happened with them. This was all so unfamiliar. They still had the dagger attached to their thigh, hidden away. Maybe they could find an opportunity to escape.

A dark car pulled into against the curb. Hero sat on the dark red leather chair, fabricating a contempt expression. They were flexible. They'd come up with something.

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MASTERLIST

#writing prompt #enemies to lovers #cute prompts #fake dating #imagine your otp #pining prompts #villain x hero #hero x villain #writing #fake #scenarios #undercover #heroxvillain #villainxhero #unrequited romance #romance #unrequited pining #unreciprocated love

[deusvervewrites]

Mufasta Monster x Problem Children: The most restrained member of 1A is a paranoid homeless vigilante.

Undercover Heroes x Double Agent Shigaraki x Chunni Dabi: Dabi's the worst spy Hawks has ever seen.

Mufasta Monster x Problem Children: Honestly, that's probably related

Undercover Heroes x Double Agent Shigaraki x Chuuni Dabi: Amazing

#asks #mustafa monster au #problem children au #undercover heroes au #double agent shigaraki au #chuuni dabi au

[eris-snow]

𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐲 𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐝

Tags: bakugou x fem!reader, they don't get together at the end, angst, undercover

"Hero/n, Dynamight, your job is to infiltrate tonight's gathering as newlyweds find evidence of his crimes, and apprehend him swiftly." Oh, no.

The door to the limousine opens.

You take one step in, see a flash of blond hair, crimson red eyes and a surprised scowl before you backtrack 5 steps away.

"You've got to be kidding me."

Bakugou scoffs, folding his arms. "Fucking nice to see you too, Shortie."

"Get in, Hero/n. Lives are at stake." Aizawa says glaring at you from the shotgun seat.

Grudgingly, you took your seat beside the blond, dipping your head gracefully as you slammed the door shut. "I thought you were in America this weekend." You mumble, fidgeting with your dress's helm. "For that Top 10 Hero gala thing."

"That's what everyone else thinks." He mutters, facing the window on his side. "Thought you'd be able to distinguish real from fake news, Y/n. Quit fucking around."

Your hands clench into fists as the car starts to move. "Couldn't help but hope." You reply through gritted teeth.

Bakugou and you had broken up nearly 3 years ago, and you'd never expected to see him like this. No, not when you were on an undercover mission to potentially die.

Being trapped with Bakugou in a single car is going to kill you much faster.

"Eraser, why is he here?" You hiss, glaring at the underground hero. "I thought you were gonna pick someone who was part of the agency. Not the flashiest, most wanted hero on this goddamn planet!"

Bakugou glares at you with those piercing eyes. "Look if I knew I'd be working with you for this assignment, I'd never have taken the job either, okay?"

Bakugou hasn't seen you in years. Yes, he knew that you were somewhere on the planet, kicking ass, but with his life-long goal of claiming the title of the Number 1 Hero, your hidden disappearance and the area you'd chosen to specialise in, it was almost too easy to let himself get buried in work to distract himself from you.

But here you are.

After being over several miles away from you, the both of you were now only inches apart.

"Shut up, both of you." Eraserhead snapped. "I assumed you've read the file, but I'll reiterate it for you as a reminder. The murderer, Kage Tanuki has escaped America's security and fled to Japan to flee his death sentence. His quirk, as you might be familiar with is called Truth. It allows anyone he comes into skin contact with to believe anything he tells them to. Your job is to infiltrate tonight's gathering as newlyweds-"

"Oh my fucking god,"

"-find evidence of his crimes, and apprehend him swiftly." Aizawa notices you staring at Bakugou unblinkingly and reads your mind.

"Hatsume has designed Bakugou a gadget that prevents anyone from recognising him as the Number 2 Hero, but it's tailored to only his body. That's why we still had you wear contacts and go in with a disguise."

Eye contacts. No wonder your eyes look weird. You still look great, beautiful like a rose, but he misses the old you under those layers of makeup.

A rose still has thorns, though.

Aizawa's strong stare from the rear-view mirror has the both of you sitting up straighter. "Hero/n, you are undeniably the best in the underground heroes' department. Dynamight, you have talent and skills that allow you to adapt quickly. I expect this mission to be conducted with nothing but utmost professionalism. Understood?"

There's a beat of silence before you utter words back to your teacher, "You still haven't told me why he's gone and replaced Monoma."

Bakugou does a double take, finally whipping his head to face you.

"I replaced Copying Bastard?"

You rolled your eyes, looking up to meet his. "Yeah. He was supposed to be my partner this evening if he hadn't gotten himself nearly killed in his last assignment."

Eraser sighs. "The both of you have had a prior relationship. Agency's said that they wanted it to look more natural. Not to mention Monoma's untimely injuries had us scrambling to find a suitable replacement. Thanks to Bakugou's swift response, we managed to change the documents in time before the fiasco got noticed."

"THAT'S PRECISELY WHY YOU SHOULD HAVE SOMEONE ELSE TAKE THE DAMN JOB," Bakugou booms, slumping down in his seat with a groan.

Aizawa raises a quizzical eyebrow, before his eyes narrow. "What did I say about professionalism?"

"Fine," You spit out, as the car pulls over into a beautiful mansion. "We'll do the damn job. But I want compensation for the lack of communication on my end."

Aizawa smiles cryptically, "Don't worry, I'm sure the agency will plan many compensations once they know how badly they fucked this up."

--

It's almost comical how awkward Bakugou feels about you. His arm is looped around your waist intimately, firmly pressed against your body as a sign of protection even though he knows you don't need it. Your body is relaxed, eyes soft and sparkling prettily at him with a warm smile he hasn't seen in years.

It's only when he touches your back that he can feel the rigid tension you keep hidden as you beam at the doorman, who identifies you two with a nod of his head. "Ah, yes! The newlyweds, correct?"

You don't even flinch.

Fucking shapeshifter.

The party inside is loud and jarring, making Bakugou curse internally because he doesn't like the noise. He never did fancy parties. He lets you do the talking, the socialising, the mingling. It's almost too easy to fall back into this routine of your broken relationship.

The arm around your waist.

The glare he shoots people when they start to get too overbearing.

God, he wants you back.

"I might need to head to the toilet soon," You sigh, smiling up at him as you place a delicate hand on his bicep. Bakugou knows you too well to know what that actually means.

We should slip away soon.

"Of course, love," He responded, affirming your decision. That sleazy murderer had barely given you two a glance. It would be easier anyway to raid his house for evidence-

"Ah, the Bakugous," A voice interrupts his thoughts, and immediately he feels you straighten up to greet whoever strikes up a conversation with you. "Tanuki!" You greet, "Thank you so much for inviting us here."

Bingo.

"It's wonderful to see the both of you here tonight." He has the nerve to grin, a borderline deranged smile of a serial killer in disguise. Tanuki trains his beady eyes on the blond, "Your wife is absolutely stunning, I must say. You've picked a good one."

If that line hadn't ruffled your feathers, it sure got Bakugou to hate this guy even more. "Yeah? Well, this one's mine." He replies reflexively, tightening his arm around you. "Mind showing us the way to the washrooms? I'd like to freshen up in time for your closing speech."

He feels a surprised grip from your arm as he hides his smug smile. Yeah, fuck you and your pretty dress and makeup, he read the damn file. Just cause he doesn't do undercover missions doesn't mean he can't act.

He's the best at everything.

Tanuki nods his head, mindlessly waving his glass in a vague direction. "Of course. Just go up the stairs and open the 3rd door on your left. Don't be long now!"

You thank him again (while Bakugou does not) as the both of you walk in the direction he pointed you to. "Laying it on thick, huh," You say under your breath as you walk up the stairs together. "Thanks for getting us out of there."

Instantly, heat floods his cheeks as he replays what he had said earlier. Oh, God. The minute you reach the second floor and ensure nobody was there, you finally unlatch yourself from Bakugou's arm, eyes averted and cheeks pinked.

Oh, right. This is just pretend.

Bakugou swallows thickly, averting his eyes. He already misses the fact that you aren't by his side. "Let's find his office."

You find his workroom with ease thanks to the blueprint that was provided by your agency. Unfortunately for you though, it's locked by a card reader. "Let me have a go, I'll blast it open," Bakugou grunts, but one raised eyebrow from you has him backtracking his steps. "What?" He gruffs.

"Your quirk could set something on fire." You explained. "Just imagine what would happen if you end up blowing this entire place up. There're people downstairs too."

"Well then what do you suppose?" he bites back.

You roll your eyes, the soft, accommodating skin you wore downstairs already shredded and discarded. "By using this," you reach into a secret pocket in your dress, pulling out a slim keycard with a sly grin.

Bakugou almost gaps at you. "You shrewd pickpocketer,"

"Sticky fingers," You hum, swiping it across the keypad and swinging the door open with ease.

You're both greeted with the sight of files scattered across the mahogany table, warm, luxurious curtains, and a bookshelf stuffed full of documents. "Jackpot," Bakugou whispers. Stepping into the room, you take one of the files and scan it with widened eyes. "He's forging these files to make his victims' deaths look like an accident."

Bakugou's eyes narrow as he peers over your shoulder. You point at the dates and other parts of a paragraph. "He's making sure nobody knows that there's a connection between him and these esteemed people, that's why there hasn't been enough evidence of him so far!"

"Well, then we have what we need, then!" Bakugou says, gathering the files on the table and holding them close to his chest. "Let's get the hell out of here before anyone finds us-"

As quick as the wind, you lunge at Bakugou and pull him down to hide under the table. Scowling, Bakugou's confusion starts to dissipate in anger, "Oi, what are you-"

"Shh!"

Your hearing must be better than his, because it's only now that he can hear footsteps clambering towards the room.

"Shit," A voice says, slicing through the silence.

Tanuki.

"Someone's been in my office."

The both of you glance at each other, reaching the same realisation at the same time. He looks at you, and you look at him.

And then, you grin.

Bakugou knows what that smirk means.

It's go time.

Shooting to his feet, he held his hands in front of his face with an unhinged grin plastered over his face. "Surprise, Tanuki."

The fight doesn't take long, even though his Quirk was one that was annoying to get around. Then again, the both of you are in sync, the fighting almost looking as if you were dancing around your opponent without even uttering a word. You apprehended him in under 10 minutes.

"We've arrested the murderer." You say, voice strong and authoritative. "We're coming to the meeting spot."

And just like that, it's all over.

Part of him wishes that you could have just kept on going, playing along with the charade and believe that he still has you. But he doesn't.

This is real life and when he goes home that day, he remembers to catalogue every fucking memory in his mind because that was probably going to be the last time he would get to hold you like that.

What he doesn't know is that you too are thinking about everything too, kicking yourself over and over at the feelings that had resurfaced for him. The sensation of just having him hold you tight and feel protected is a feeling you'd buried under layers of suppression.

Sure, Monoma has pretended to be your boyfriend multiple times before, but it's never felt like this. No, when Bakugou did it, there was a spark of warmth that blossomed inside your heart, as if everything was authentic.

If only the night had gone longer, if only you could have talked to him properly.

If only you could just keep...

Playing pretend.

#mha #mha fanfiction #bakugou katsuki #katsuki bakugō #bakugo x you #bakugou x y/n #bakugou katuski x reader #my hero academia #bakugou angst #angst #undercover #undercover missions

[yassificat1on]

due to some news made known to me, i now am debating writing a incel!shiggy fic.

shiggy fans, yall want this long dormant juice?

#if yall want it #that means i need to do so much incel research #i think this means i need to go undercover on them sites once again to give yall the cream of the crop #my hero academia #shigaraki tomura #shiggy #bnha #tomura shiragaki #bnha x black!reader #shigaraki smut #mha #shigaraki x reader #incel shigaraki

[hufflepuffwritingstuff2]

Undercover Hero- Part 21

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10, Part 11, Part 12, Part 13, Part 14, Part 15, Part 16, Part 17, Part 18, Part 19, Part 20

Supervillain kicked open the door to the warehouse.

“Hero!?” Supervillain called, “Hero, are you in here!?”

“Don’t,” a weak voice cried.

“Hero?”

Supervillain ran to the source of the voice, where roaring flames were crackling viciously. In the center of the flames was Hero, sprawled out and breathing heavily.

“Hero!”

Hero just shook their head. They tried to say something, but Supervillain couldn’t hear them. Supervillain listened into Hero’s mind with their powers.

It’s a trap, Hero thought.

“Oh, Hero, I am fully aware that this is a trap,” Supervillain said, “just hold on.”

Supervillain readied themselves, then jumped through the flames and grabbed Hero. Their clothes were on fire, but they didn’t care.

“S-Supervillain,” Hero said weakly.

“Shh, don’t talk,” Supervillain said, “I’m getting you out of here. Can you use your powers at all?”

Hero shook their head.

It’s too hot, Hero thought, I can barely move.

“It’s alright, Hero,” Supervillain said, “I’m going to try something, but you have to trust me, okay? I’m going to send signals to your brain to activate an adrenaline rush. It won’t be pleasant, but you should be able to use your powers to break through the flames, okay?”

Hero nodded feebly.

Do it, they thought.

Supervillain pressed a finger to their temple and concentrated. Hero jolted upright in their arms, their breathing quick and shallow.

“It’s alright, it’s alright,” Supervillain soothed, “can you use your powers now?”

Hero nodded. They stood up shakily, then charged their power. They released a large blast of cryo-energy, creating a gap in the flames. Supervillain picked Hero up and ran through the gap. When they were on the other side, Hero used their power to extinguish Supervillain’s clothes. As soon as that was done, Hero collapsed into Supervillain’s arms.

“Shh, it’s okay,” Supervillain said, “you did so well.”

“I couldn’t agree more,” a voice echoed.

Supervillain jerked their head up to see Other Supervillain approaching them.

“You’ve proven where your true loyalties lie, Supervillain,” Other Supervillain said, “you really do care about that little hero, don’t you?”

“Other Supervillain,” Supervillain growled.

“Seems like you were right, they’re more than just a plaything for you,” Other Supervillain continued, “it’s a shame that means I’ll have to get rid of you both.”

Other Supervillain produced a large flame in their hands and hurled it toward Supervillain and Hero. Supervillain shielded Hero with their body.

“Don’t look at them, just look at me, okay?” Supervillain said.

Supervillain waited for the final blow, but it never came. They looked over their shoulder and saw Other Hero and Vigilante, who was currently holding a fire extinguisher.

“About time,” Supervillain said.

“It took a while to find a fire extinguisher,” Vigilante replied.

“Oh, made some new friends, have we, Supervillain?” Other Supervillain drawled, “you’re more of a traitor than I thought.”

“Give it up, Other Supervillain, it’s three against one,” Other Hero yelled.

“I find those odds amusing,” Other Supervillain retorted.

Supervillain gently set Hero on the ground behind a pile of crates.

“Stay here, alright?” Supervillain said gently, “let us take care of this.”

Supervillain planted a small kiss on Hero’s forehead then left to join Vigilante and Other Hero.

part 22

#hero x villain #heroes and villains #hero x supervillain #whump #hurt/comfort #rescue #writing #writeblr #creative writing #superhero whump #hero whumpee #undercover hero #ice powers #fire powers #telepathy

[jesuistrefatugie]

Should I mention I gave up trying to balance Modern Manhwa and Historical Manhwa in this? Because I did.

Forgot about this for a hot second but now I'm digging up my notes on the madness of this thing.

The newer chapters of Honkai Impact have given me a lot to think about.

#trash of the count's family #lout of the counts family #unholy blood #white blood #greatest estate developer #solo leveling #the beginning after the end #the s classes that i raised #my daughter is the final boss #the way to protect the female lead's older brother #damn reincarnation #who made me a princess #the academy's undercover professor #sss class revival hunter #sss class suicide hunter #return of the diaster class hero #omniscient reader's viewpoint

[thepenultimateword]

Short Prompt #101

Both villains attempted awkward smiles as they were faced with the pair of genuine smiles in their doorway. Complete with dimples, bright eyes, and a steaming apple pie that smelt very strongly of cinnamon.

Other Villain was the one who found words first, shock falling away so fast one would hardly know it was ever there. “It is so nice to meet you both. I’m [Other Villain] and this is my partner, [Villain],”

“Excuse me–” Villain began, voice shrilling and already two levels too aggressive.

Other Villain kicked their foot at the same time they draped an arm around their shoulders. “I’m sorry, love, you’re right. This is my spouse, [Villain]. Just married a week ago, still not used to saying it yet. But I do love the way it makes them blush.”

Villain was red in the face, though not for the reason Other Villain flaunted. As soon as that door was closed, they were going to kill Other Villain. This was not supposed to be their cover story.

#villain x villain #fake relationship #fake marriage #undercover #heroes and villains community #heroes and villains #villain #prompt #short prompt #writing prompt #creativing writing

[autocrats-in-love]

Passion Under Stars

The hero pulled the villain in by their tie. The villain, to their credit, succumbed to the kiss for only a moment before breaking off.

"Do you want to get caught?" they whispered.

The hero gestured to the ball room. People spun around in the room in a complicated pattern of clacking shoes and swishing clothes. High, fast music came from various violins, flutes, clarinets, and a cello at the front of the room. Two figures in dresses flitted past the hero and villain. Their long skirts were squished because of how close they were, but neither tripped as they continued their elegant dance. The villain stopped staring and saw the hero still had their tie in their hand. The villain tried to pull it back, but the hero held on tight.

"Why are you wearing this? you hate suits."

They gestured with their free hand to the villain's attire. Heeled shoes, pants, dress shirt, blazer. The villain wasn't very comfortable, they would admit. They shrugged.

"It's what people wear to these things."

The hero got too close again, and the villain thought they were going in for a kiss once more. The hero saw the villain's face--a mix of panic and excitement--and smiled.

"Relax," they said. "I'm just doing this."

They loosened the villain's tie before yanking it off completely and tossing it to the side, in the direction of the refreshment table. Then, they undid the first two buttons on the villain's shirt. Finally, the hero flattened out their collar and stepped back to inspect their work.

"That's better. Leaves less to the imagination."

"Stop it." the villain did their best to control their blush. "Someone's going to to notice."

The hero did a lazy scan of the room with their eyes. "They seem pretty distracted with their dance."

"If we get caught, we can kiss our jobs goodbye."

"Our jobs wanted us to come here."

"They didn't want us to make out!"

"It was a quick peck!" the hero exclaimed.

They smoothed down their hair and shot the villain an annoyed look.

"See how you're riling me up? We'll be fine."

The villain picked at their already chipping nail polish. They were here to learn this dance. There was a code imbedded in it, the villain's superiors were sure of it. Sending messages through steps. They must be right, because the hero agency sent two counter agents. One of whom had just said they liked seeing more of the villain's skin.

"Do you even know the dance code?"

The hero brought their forefinger and thumb close together. A little bit.

"Honestly, not my department." they replied.

The villain sighed. "How am I supposed to decode it in one night?"

"You can't." the hero responded. "You won't be allowed in to one of these twice in a row. It's a doomed mission."

Great. Then what had been the point of this? The villain's mind gave them an answer in the hero's playful smile. The hero took the villain's hand.

"Come on. Let's get some fresh air."

It's not like they would be missing anything. The dance could be planning their own assasination, and the villain would be none the wiser.

"Sure."

The villain followed the hero to the other room. Here was less crowded, with just a few people laughing on fancy couches with thin champagne flutes in between their fingers. On one side of the room were glass double doors that gave a view of the shimmering moon. The hero forced them open, and pulled the villain after them into the night. Stars twinkled in the sky as the villain and hero ran down the back porch stairs. They discarded their shoes at the bottom steps, and let grass tickle their bare feet. The villain saw a tree facing the moon and casting a shadow under its leaves.

"Let's go there."

The hero grinned. "Aye, aye, captain."

The villain rolled their eyes. They sauntered towards the tree, still holding hands. The music was still audible here, though quiet. More of a whistle through the trees. The flute clashed with the cello in a way that seemed discordant at first, but when you listened for a few more seconds you heard how they flowed around each other beautifully. The villain reached the shadow first, and tugged the hero after them. They leaned against the tree's trunk, and the hero did the same next to them.

"What will your boss think? When you come back with nothing?" the hero asked softly.

The villain let go of their hand to graze their fingers along the low hanging leaves above.

"He won't be happy." the villain admitted.

They bit their lip. "But I'm more worried about him finding out about you. Everything else seems small in comparison."

The hero shifted to face the villain. "Aw, you think that much of me?"

The villain's arm wrapped around the hero's waist. "Yeah, it's embarrassing."

The hero smiled. "Is it weird I'm not worried?"

"About getting caught? Really?"

"I just think we'll figure it out. We can always run away." the hero admitted.

"We have lives here."

"We'll just leave them temporarily. We'll come back."

The villain shook their head. "You are something else."

"I know. It's great."

The villain could barely see. Their eyes moved randomly until they saw the hero's lips. Glossy and slightly parted. They leaned in. The hero responded eagerly and they were kissing. The hero's fingers slipped under the villain's shirt and ghosted along their collarbone. The villain held the hero's face with one hand, and the other squeezed their waist. This night was decidedly not a waste of their time. So distracted was the pair with each other, they didn't hear the approaching footsteps.

A bright light illuminated the hero and villain. They jumped away from each other like they had been burned. The villain's eyes adjusted to the light. There was the hero's sidekick, the other agent sent to stop them, zir hand clutching a flashlight. Ze looked horrified.

Part 2

#ask for a continuation #hero and villain #villain x hero #heroxvillain #kiss #undercover #formal #fancy clothes